FOR TODAY (tonight):
Outside my window... it grows dark early. The wind tempts fall to come. Our first tent flaps, as if to wave the boys into its cozy lair.
I am thinking... that is it better for me to stay in front of the computer screen. There appears to be a commotion upstairs, and I might provided needed calmness by remaining invisible.
And I am thinking that we successfully finished Day 1 of school. Whew. 179 more to go this year. One day at a time. One learning moment at a time.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
I want a nurse like the Darling children have . . . you know . . . like the dog who takes care of Michael, Wendy, and John. A dog that actually does something – productive.
I am thankful for... three-ringed binders that have simplified my life. A husband who provides organization. A devoted school room. Getting out of bed before the children to spend time in the Word. Weekends filled with boys, friends, and a tiny bit of relaxing.
From the learning rooms... Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? The letter R. The double plus 1 math rule. Copy work. Narration. Memorization. Learning that soooooo fits us. We have found a home for our brains called Classical Education.
I am creating . . . . lesson plans.
I am going . . . . to get milk at the farm.
I am reading . . . Money Secrets of the Amish . . . which is SURPRISINGLY good and funny! Giveaway soon!
Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie . . . plus a few other books.
I am hoping . . . .to mop my wood floors and hang out with some sweet girls at church tomorrow night. If not, I shall plan for next week’s school. Or rest.
I am hearing... the Engineer read from The Silver Chair as the boys pretend to fall asleep.
Around the house... dust is accumulating.
One of my favorite things... hearing Naomi’s new sounds . . . watching her pull up successfully for the first time today . . . when my son’s understand how to do something they thought was impossible . . . chatting with the Engineer . . . receiving fun emails.
A few plans for the rest of the week . . . school. Remaining calm and collected . . . in the Word.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing . . . .
All I need is a fat ribbon. I made these for our front door. All ingredients are from the garden. It’s not profession, but it is hand-made.